When we’re done, Curie is fast asleep on his lap and Theo leans back and rubs his temples. “You okay?” I ask. “Yes,” he says, glancing at me. “Want some Advil? I have some in my bag….” “No, I’m fine. Just…get on the bed. Shirt off. I’m tired and want to make this quick.” “Hey, man. If you don’t feel good, we don’t have to….” He narrows his gaze at me, and I lift my hands in surrender. Fine, fine. He makes these transactions like they’re life or death. I whip off my shirt, lean back on the pillows, and Theo straddles me. My hands run up his thighs as he pulls his pants down, and because I’m
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